Aw Yeah Word Up Word To Mother. Here Comes G. Rap With Another One Y'all.



We Going To Swing It Like This...




I'm Right In Front Of My Front Steps Thinking Of A Plan



Looking Like Raggedy Ann No Dough In Hand Kicking A Can



Thinking Of A Plot To Pull Some Bank In



Because I'm Dead And Stinking



Soles On My Shoes Winking T Shirt Is Shrinking



Soon I See Some Ties And My Eyes Open Wide Quick



Who's That With You, Chick? Bill Blass My Sidekick



What's Up, Black? Give His Hand A Smack



Up Pulls A Cadillac, Yo Baby We'll Be Back



Jumped Right On Inside, Not Too Many People Saw Us



Thinking About Who Gotta Get Robbed Because The Mob Got A Job For Us



The Drove Us Down To The Sober Section



Of Town Where The Clowns Don't Be Paying For Protection



The Want Us To Send A Message To Jimmy The Bartender



Lend A Friend The Money Next You're Ripping Off His Car Fenders



He's Coming Up Short Cause He Snorts



Coke, Dope, Nope, And Hope He Don't Get Caught



He Owes Some Benjamin Franklins, Every Last Bit Of Em



But Jimmy's Pockets Are Empty, So Now We Gotta Get Rid Of Him



But Jimmy's Wife Is With Him And They Don't Want To Involve Her



Hopped Out The Back Seat They Gave Me A Revolver



Blass, You Distract Him While I Go And Whack Him



Entered Through The Back Side Of The Bar And Then Attacked Him



He's Screaming For His Life, Reaching For His Wife



Shot Him In The Back Of The Head And Shanked Him With A Knife



And That Goes For Anybody Who's Gotta Pay They Dues



You Lose, Cause I Got The Ill Street Blues




Chorus:



You Lose, Cause I Got The Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x)




Suckers I Clobber, Because My Town Is Full Of Cops And Robbers



You're Not Promised Tomorrow In This Little Sho